It always starts with a One Direction concert by my awesome, amazing son, D. The boy loves to crank the music and sing…LOUD. We have concerts in the living room, complete with homemade instruments and plenty of noise.
He loves to perform, anything that draws attention to him is game on…INSIDE the house. He is entirely too insecure to let that be seen by anyone outside of his immediate comfort zone.
It was time for family Bible study, but he was busy performing another One Direction song. Changing his direction during a concert is not for the faint of heart, but I did give him a few minutes of warning. He started another song, I reminded him it was time to start, but he was in the groove – singing his little heart out – no time for disruptions.
Rather than actually changing the one direction away from One Direction, I let him continue to sing. Singing makes him happy, and sometimes that’s just as important.
And, I lost track of time… As a mother, I should really know better than losing track of time, it’s a recipe for disaster.
Kids got their meds late
Samoo got to bed late
As he was starting to doze, the concert got significantly louder, and then it got quiet…
Ahhh, the One Direction concert was over, it was now snack time…
At 8:20 I realized Chad hadn’t called, so I called, he was locked out of his building while trying to help a customer load his new bed
Nor did he have his boss’ phone number – search began…
Number was found, boss was called, someone was going to let Chad back in
I went to say prayers with the girls and wish them good dreams.
Oh yeah…time to go sit on the couch and relax for a few minutes…
D accidentally startled Samoo
Samoo started sleepwalking, while screaming like he was in pain
I tried to change his direction to the potty
Chad called to say he was on his way home
I tried to change Samoo’s direction towards the potty
The girls got up because they suddenly needed to go potty, and also asked if they could get Samoo to bed
I tried to get Samoo redirected…towards the potty
Chad still on the phone said it sounded like Samoo’s legs hurt based on the type of cry
I just wanted him to go potty
I got Samoo some children’s pain reliever while he stood behind me still screaming
I changed directions when I turned around, and my foot? WET, WARM
and Samoo was finally awake and not screaming…
He had peed from middle of my shin down my leg, I was soaked
Samoo realized what he had done and started crying, Spike got us clean pjs for him
D decided we were disturbing him, so he buried his head under a pillow on the couch and went to sleep
Got Samoo cleaned up, pee cleaned up, and got him back to sleep
Chad came home
I was going to try that relaxation thing again, and then
I accidentally sloshed a cup of cold coffee all over my other leg and the kitchen floor…
My One Direction
Admittedly, I was a bit irritated, not with anyone, but because it was almost like a comedy of errors, without the comedy.
However, I had to make a choice – stay irritable, or not.
I chose one direction, after I processed it all, BLOG IT! (kidding, a little bit)
My One Direction was to Find Joy In The Moment.
D, my awesome D … He was playing, and happy. He was not having an autism meltdown of epic proportions.
My girls were curious about what was going on, and really wanted to help with Samoo.
Samoo was up, healthy, and ok…just startled. And he woke up the next morning and said, “I thought I was in my Mater pajamas last night?” He had no memory of what happened.
Chad was safe and sound, just locked out. I was afraid he might have been robbed at his store, or had an accident, or… Instead, he was standing outside with his customer, who stayed with him to be sure he was safe until he could get back in.
Thanking God for another beautiful day full of blessings.